Life, the Universe, and Everything

Today is the day, a day I’ve been looking forward to for years. The day when I’ll learn the meaning to Life, the Universe, and Everything. I know where my towel is and I am ready.

Today I am 42.

Never mind that I have a neck so stiff that it’s making me queasy. Never mind that my day will be spent mostly in the car (though I do get to have lunch with my mama). Never mind that I’ve been struggling with the direction my life has taken and my emotions and my weight and my writing and how I parent and Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Today is my birthday. 42.

And not only my birthday, but The Geek Birthday.  And in this house, Geek is everything.

So on this, the day that marks my 42nd trip around the sun, I declare that I will figure out Life, the Universe, and Everything by the time ye olde body odometer clicks over to 43. Chances are better than average that the answer will be “beats hell outta me,” but hey, you never know.

42.

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HOLY CRAP WHEN DID I GET SO OLD? How the hell am I fully into my 40s already? I have flute students my kids’ ages, flute parents younger than me! I have former students with kids! NO NO NO I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS. I CANNOT POSSIBLY BE FORTYFUCKINGTWO YEARS OLD. Granted i feel 84 most days, but still! I’M TOO YOUNG TO BE THIS OLD! It’s time for a third-life crisis…because I refuse to believe this is midlife. Time can slow the hell down already, this out of control life treadmill needs to pull back a few dozen clicks. I’M NOT READY FOR MIDLIFE!

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Ahem. Carry on.

Life, the Universe, and Everything. And me.

42.